Chapters (54)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Content Warning
- Map
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Acknowledgments
- An Excerpt from The Evergreen Heir
- About the Author
- Also by A.K. Mulford
- About the Publisher
“We shall see.” Neelo let out a soft chuckle. “Sometimes it’s a translated title from Mhenbic or Yexshiri and I’ve actually read the story before in another language.”
Talhan’s eyebrows shot up. “You can read in Yexshiri?”
“Of course.” Neelo’s lip curved to one side, the closest to a grin they seemed to be able to muster. “Can’t you?”
“I can barely read Ific,” Talhan said ruefully.
He passed the book back to Neelo. As they took it, Talhan’s pointer finger grazed the back of their hand, trailing slowly away. Neelo’s breath hitched at the small, intimate gesture. Their eyes dropped back to the book and Talhan reached out again, his finger gently touching their chin and lifting their gaze.
“I—”
The door burst open followed by the sound of heeled boots clicking across the polished wood floor. Talhan retreated a step as Rish turned the corner. Neelo’s personal attendant looked harried. Sweeping her black locks off her face, the green witch adjusted her gossamer emerald shawl around her shoulders like a green songbird ruffling her feathers.
Neelo’s face morphed back to its normal sharp countenance. “What’s she done this time?”
“Forgive me,” Rish panted, a sheen of sweat covering her flushed cheeks. “Do you remember that time in Westdale?”
“Gods,” Neelo cursed, giving Talhan a quick apologetic look. “I need to go.”
Talhan took a step toward Rish. “Where’s Rua? Why can’t she handle this?”
“She’s with Bri,” Rish said, already turning toward the door.
He quirked his brow. “And where’s Bri?”
Neelo stepped off the ladder and pushed passed Talhan. “I’m coming. Don’t worry.”
“Wait,” Talhan said, taking Neelo by the hand, his brows pinching together in concern.
Neelo looked down to where their hands touched and swallowed as the sensation made their whole body buzz. “I’ll see you in Saxbridge,” they whispered, yanking their hand away and thundering off after their green witch.
About the Author
About the Author
A.K. MULFORD is a bestselling fantasy author and former wildlife biologist who swapped rehabilitating monkeys for writing novels. She/They are inspired to create diverse stories that transport readers to new realms, making them fall in love with fantasy for the first time or all over again. She now lives in New Zealand with her husband and two young human primates, creating lovable fantasy characters and making ridiculous TikToks (@akmulfordauthor).
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Also by A.K. Mulford
Also by A.K. Mulford
The Five Crowns of Okrith
The High Mountain Court
The Witches’ Blade
The Rogue Crown
The Okrith Novellas
The Witch of Crimson Arrows
The Witch Apothecary
The Witchslayer
About the Publisher
About the Publisher
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